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Sins of the Flesh

Chapter 2

The days dragged with agonising slowness for the two weeks after Vynce's circumcision surgery. He was in a cycle of sleeping, eating, showering when he remembered and really not a whole lot else. He kept himself occupied by reading books, cooking, and immersing himself for hours at a time online. After two full weeks, plus an extra day just to be safe, Vynce finally prepared to remove the restrictive dressings from his cock for the final time.

He knew what was going to happen. But he wasn't quite prepared for how desperately urgent his penis was to be touched. The moment he unwrapped it, it surged upward, blood pumping into it in rhythmic, heavy throbs, until it stood rock hard, bulging and angry and swollen.

The swelling from his surgery had almost gone, and what had been left behind was - well, it was going to take some getting used to.

About a week after surgery, Vynce had accidentally gotten an erection, and only then had discovered just how high, and just how tight Willeon Byrne had circumcised him. His scar was almost exactly halfway along his shaft when erect, and the skin was almost painfully tight at first. Vynce had initially figured that tightness would dissipate over time. But two weeks and a day after surgery, with the swelling almost gone, it was becoming clear to Vynce that he was most definitely in the 'high and tight' category. Emphatically so.

The antelope stared down at his penis, taking it in. His glans, which had never, ever seen the light of day until two weeks ago, was a glowing, magenta mushroom of the most sensitive, tender flesh - it was shiny, smooth and almost translucent with delicacy. But two weeks of being exposed had already begun to dry it out a little, and that introduced to Vynce a whole new set of sensations he'd never had before.

Bottomless, with towels at the ready, Vynce sat on his couch, examining his penis and delicately exploring it with his fingers. His inner foreskin, which now made up fully half of his shaft, was bright pink. The scar was still a little swollen and tender, but neat and straight. Willeon had removed his frenulum completely during the procedure, and Vynce fancied that once it was fully healed and a few months old, he'd have a proper pornstar cock.

But for now...

Vynce shuddered, thighs trembling with the intensity of the pleasure of touching his bare, dry glans for the first time. He'd brushed it and knocked it before, of course, but this was his first deliberate attempt at self-pleasure. His glans was silky soft, smooth and dry to the touch, and the lightest brush of his fingers against it sent shockwaves through his body. It was too intense, there was no way he was going to be able to masturbate like that. His shaft skin was so tight it had virtually zero movement. And even if it did, Vynce was not confident enough to really crank it yet - the last thing he wanted to do was tear his scar.

So the antelope stood, his aching, desperate erection bobbing in front of him as he walked to his bedroom to retrieve a tube of lotion that he'd bought for this specific occasion.

On his way back, he caught a glimpse of his bottomless self in the bathroom mirror, and paused.

Damn, his dick looked good. Almost a perfect half and half, with a shiny, exposed glans, and shaft skin so tight it was borrowing a tiny bit of skin from his balls. He posed in front of the mirror like a horny adolescent admiring his pubescence, turning one way and then the other, before finally returning to the couch, lotion in hand.

A generous application to his right palm, and Vynce slouched back, ready for his mind to be blown.

Slippery, slick wetness surrounded the antelope's newly-modified cock, and he tilted his head back, eyes closing. He was so desperately horny, so pent up, that all he could focus on was what felt like it would make him cum. His left hand made its way to the base of his cock, and he squeezed, milking upwards on his shaft skin to loosen it a little. It wasn't enough movement to masturbate the way he used to, and he growled in momentary frustration.

No, Vynce, think like a cut guy. Remember the porn, how they... yeah...

He talked himself through it in his mind, and instead of gripping his skin, instead focused on wet friction, sliding his grip against his iron-hard shaft. He twisted his hand around his glans, although it was so hypersensitive that he could only stand the lightest touch, and even then, it made him gasp and hunch around himself. But it was enough, and it worked.

He worked his shaft and glans in long, slow, light corkscrew motions, building up speed gradually. The fuse was lit within seconds. His balls, full to overflowing, tightened and ascended spasmodically to the base of his shaft, and Vynce felt himself building up to climax in record time. He wasn't even trying to take it slow, he just needed to cum.

In the final moments, he switched his grip to his shaft, milking firmly up against the back of his freshly exposed glans, and let out a guttural, shaky, urgent bleat of release when his climax smashed into him like a freight train with no brakes.

The first spurt of cum disappeared. Vynce never found it. The second, much thicker and heavier, hit the wall over his left shoulder, the third got him square in the muzzle, and the remainder, once he'd gathered his wits enough to point his cock straight upward, rained back down onto his torso in messy splatters. He'd been totally, utterly unprepared for that. His foreskin had always prevented his cum from actually shooting very far.

It was a good fifteen minutes before Vynce had the presence of mind even to clean up. And in the meantime he lay there, dazed, in a fog of his own afterglow. His tightly circumcised penis throbbed with a tiny bit of pain, softening gradually to lay upward on his belly, and as it shrunk, his glans dragged very slightly downward across the fur of his belly. The sensation made him squirm, and even the lightest contact of his towel to his bare head to clean up caused him to grit his teeth in discomfort. This was definitely going to take some time to get used to.

*

Over the next week, Vynce got more and more used to his new cock. He went back to work halfway through, and found he was perfectly fine so long as he wore underwear that held him fairly close. Until he could go shopping, the best he could do was a Speedo. Even then, he was constantly aware of his cock in a way he'd never been before. The slightest friction of the silky fabric against his glans caused him to swell and throb, and he found himself almost permanently half-erect, the pressure of his tight speedo the only thing preserving his modesty, such as it was. Being the slight exhibitionist he was, none of Vynce's speedos had retained their secondary 'pouch' layer, and the slight friction of the slinky polyester-Lycra outer layer felt incredible - not to mention how obvious his newly-modified status was.

After his first few masturbation sessions, Vynce found that the hypersensitivity of his glans began to subside, and he chalked it up to how desperately horny he'd been. But still, bathroom breaks at work invariably resulted in his cock hardening the moment the pressure of his speedo was released. It just felt so damn good. The way the skin of his shaft tightened even before he was erect, pulling taut and stretching, gave him significant pleasure on its own. As he healed fully, his scar smoothed out and he was able to be a little more vigorous with it. One of the antelope's favourite sensations came to be the simple act of pulling back on his skin, almost to the point of pain. It sent ripples of pleasure through him, and caused precum to well up and drool lazily from his tip almost on demand. More than once during his first week back at work, Vynce had to take care of himself in the bathroom. Without lube or lotion it was significantly harder for him to get off. He had to be incredibly turned on to be able to cum from dry friction. But he managed. And, importantly, he managed to avoid getting in trouble for his extended 'comfort breaks.'

The true test would come, Vynce knew, from his first ventures back to the gym, the pool, or the beach. Environments where he couldn't rely on his clothing to conceal his new circumcision status, or contain him if he got an erection. That excited the antelope a lot.

Vynce wasn't confident to try cycling just yet - the friction might still be painful. So after work the following Wednesday afternoon, the antelope decided to jog along the beach to the gym. He packed his mid-blue, trunk-cut speedo, along with a towel and water bottle, into his backpack. He decided against underwear. The notion of showing off a little excited him more than ever now. He pulled on a pair of soft grey gym shorts, and a tight-fitting Lycra t-shirt, his favourite fabric to exercise in. It was such a freeing sensation to be commando again for the first time in weeks, and his cock rose to the occasion immediately, tenting out the front of his shorts obscenely for a few minutes. Even in such a short time away from regular exercise, Vynce was noticing that his lean muscles were softening, and he felt momentarily uncomfortable. Once his erection had subsided - which took quite a while - Vynce left his apartment.

It was a short jog down to the beach, and then a mile or so along the glistening white sand to the gym. The feeling of his shorts against his bare glans was pleasing, but not overly distracting. Even before he was halfway there, though, Vynce started to notice people glancing at him, glancing again, and often outright staring. A quick glance downward at a pedestrian crossing told him why; he could clearly see the outline of his glans through the fabric of his shorts, and when he took off running again, he noticed that it bounced loosely from side to side. Maybe he should've worn underwear. A quick adjustment caused his penis to rub against the inside of the soft garment, and the friction caused him to catch his breath, blood surging into his shaft even as he jogged down the concrete steps onto the soft sand. The antelope picked up his pace a little, but he couldn't deny he was beginning to relish the double-takes people gave him as he ran past. Dealing with a semi while running had never been an issue for him before, but the friction was impossible to ignore.

By the time he got to the gym, Vynce was more out of breath than he was used to, and in a little rush of self-awareness he shrugged off his backpack, and carried it in front of him as he entered. He made his way quickly to the change rooms, and pulled his speedo out of his backpack. His cock bounced outward a little from his body when he shucked down his shorts, and in the harsh fluorescent light, his glans and inner skin glowed a tender, fleshy pink. Vynce glanced around, but in that moment no one was looking his way. The antelope pulled on his speedo, and made his way from the change room to the pool. He passed a few people he recognised on his way, and was caught between his shyness and his exhibitionism. Somehow, his exposed glans felt like another level of exhibitionism that went beyond a simple bulge.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as the heated, chlorinated water of the public pool enveloped him, soaking through his pelt and surrounding him in familiar buoyancy. He was hard almost instantly. Vynce swam a few laps, relishing the sensation of his heart rate rising, and the flow of water past his cock. His glans and inner skin were sensitive enough that even that feels noticeably different. His penis tented out the front of his speedo like a keel, and it seemed to be one of those persistent erections that wasn't going away any time soon - not helped, of course, by the warmth and delicate friction of the stretched speedo fabric around his helmet.

The thought occurred to Vynce after a short time that he hadn't brought a towel to the pool, it was back in his locker. And it was about a twenty yard walk from the poolside to the change room. How was he going to get there with such an obvious erection? The thought of masturbating in the pool crossed the antelope's mind, but there were too many people around. And really, was he THAT much of a pervert?

In the end, his exhibitionist streak won out, and Vynce decided just to go for it - erections weren't exactly an uncommon sight in a gym change room, especially a shared one. What made his stand out was... well, that was obvious. Painfully so. As Vynce rose from the pool to sit momentarily on the edge with his hooves dangling in the water, he glanced down and flared his nostrils at how incredibly obvious his erection was. His mid-blue speedo clung wetly to it, the outline of his glans perfectly visible through the single layer of fabric, its winged underside made all the more obvious by the absence of his frenulum. His cock throbbed at him, and he felt precum well up along it and spill into his speedo.

The stares he got when he stood and moved to the change room were both humiliating, and incredibly arousing for Vynce. He'd never really shown off like that before, and he forced himself to make no attempt to cover himself. His penis stuck out rigidly in front of him, angled upward and stretching his speedo almost to the point of translucency. He was sure he could see a hint of fleshy pink through the strained weave of the fabric.

That was when he saw her. The Dragonkin girl with the cameltoe from a few weeks ago. She was just entering the pool from the change room, wearing a one-piece backless competition speedo, and as they passed each other, he saw her recognise him and a smile cross her lips. She seemed about to say something to him, until her eyes fell downward, locking onto his aching erection. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and Vynce's heart skipped. He stammered out a greeting, and she returned it, before hurrying past him towards the pool.

Once he was back in the change room, he paused by his locker. His cock was throbbing heavily, and he knew it wasn't going down any time soon.

"Someone on your mind there, Vynce?"

The antelope turned to see Francis, a muscular bull he occasionally chatted with, rummaging through his own locker a few yards away, a smirk on his bovine muzzle.

"Oh, I... Hey Francis."

"Haven't seen you in a while, what's up? Besides that."

Vynce chuckled. "I uh... yeah, not a lot."

As he spoke, Vynce was summoning the courage to push down his speedo. Francis seemed to be waiting for it, to some extent. The bull was naked, shamelessly so, towelling himself down vigorously after showering the sweat of his workout out of his pelt. His hefty balls and flaccid, uncut cock bounced and swayed between heavy thighs, and Vynce caught himself wondering what Francis would look like if he were circumcised.

With a shrug, the antelope hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his speedo, and pulled it outward to lift it over his raging erection. He bent down to take it off all the way, and felt Francis' eyes on his butt. The bull was the kind of guy who would never admit to being gay, but it was obvious. By the time Vynce stood up again, Francis was half erect, idly fondling himself to the sight of the antelope's naked body.

And then his eye fell onto Vynce's freshly cut cock, and shock passed his features.

"Dude, what the hell?"

Vynce played dumb. "What?"

"You... what the fuck happened to your dick?"

"Oh that! That's why I haven't been here in a while, Frankie."

The bull snorted derisively and shook his head a little. In spite of his obvious disapproval, the bull was fully hard by then, his glans covered completely by his thick, fleshy foreskin.

"Dude. Why?"

"Best decision I've ever made, I gotta be honest with ya. I couldn't pull my skin back at all, it was a real issue for hygiene and sex and even jerking off. This is way better, already. Everything feels better. There are new sensitive spots, and...heh, it likes the attention, I think."

As he spoke, Vynce's confidence surged, and his cock throbbed. He faced Francis directly, the pair of them contemplating each other. They were drawing stares from many other gym patrons of all genders, although the majority of eyes seemed to be lingering on Vynce's radically modified cock.

"Pfft. Whatever, you wanna ruin your dick that's your problem, I guess," Francis shrugged, turning back to his locker and pulling out a jockstrap, which he tugged on and forced his dick into.

Vynce shrugged back, and smirked. "Hey, it's fixed a lotta problems for me, and I'm even starting to like how it looks."

Francis grunted a reply, and with confidence firing his blood, Vynce grabbed his towel and walked - naked and still mostly erect - to the communal shower block to rinse the chlorine out of his fur.

*

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Sarah could hardly believe what she'd just seen. She'd been back at the gym as much as she could for a week already, but that was the first time she'd seen the antelope in that time. And he'd been... extremely happy to see her, it had seemed. The dragoness swam a few laps of the pool, but she was unable to shake the sight of his tented speedo from her mind. He'd been on his way back to the change rooms. He was probably in the showers. Maybe he was still hard...

Sarah felt a rush of arousal flood her body. The tightness of her competition speedo against her clitoris wasn't helping her situation, and within moments, her arousal made a decision for her. She hurried back to the change rooms, trailing water with every step. What was she hoping for? She didn't know, beyond catching a glimpse of the handsome antelope, preferably naked. That was enough of a motivation, though.

The dragoness was not disappointed. The antelope was chatting with a muscular bull when she entered, and as she watched, he bent down to take off his speedo.

Damn, he had a fine ass.

But what really grabbed Sarah's attention was what she saw when he stood, and turned to face the bull. The antelope was circumcised! She'd never seen one in the flesh before - sure, this change room was full of dicks, and Sarah often took her time so she could admire the scenery. But given her own recent surgery, and her growing interest in circumcised males, the fact that the antelope was cut caused her heart to race.

She ducked behind a row of lockers when he turned towards her to walk to the showers, and reached a hand down to tweak the fabric of her speedo out of herself. Her clit was erect, she found, casting a little peak in the Lycra of her speedo. She couldn't resist allowing a claw to brush over her glans a few times, and shivered in arousal.

She left her speedo in her locker, and padded boldly into the communal showers, without even bringing a towel. Vynce didn't see her at first - she parked herself a few shower heads away from the antelope, far enough away to perv on him without being noticed, but close enough that she could make out all kinds of details. She let the hot water pour over her, but her attention was firmly fixed on the antelope.

He was standing with his back to the wall, on full display. Still half-erect, his cock bobbed softly out in front of him, and Sarah couldn't tear her eyes away from it. It rose and fell every few minutes of its own accord, and Sarah knew she wasn't the only one staring.

When she glanced upward, he was staring right at her. Their eyes met, and Sarah's heart missed a beat. Frantically, the Dragonkin girl scrabbled for the confidence to approach him, to say something, to give him some indication of her interest beyond just staring like a halfwit. She could feel her arousal throbbing, escaping her and oozing down the inside of one leg. Without a second thought she captured it with her hand, and that drew the antelope's attention from her face to her crotch. They were far enough apart on opposite sides of the shower room that there was no way Vynce could see much, but he stared anyway - and Sarah had the satisfaction of watching the antelope's cock surge to full erection and throb visibly at her across the room.

He finished up in the shower before she did. Sarah let out a shaky breath. Her heart was racing, she was dripping wet in more ways than one, and her clit throbbed, protruding visibly past her arousal-flushed outer lips. In her mind she fantasised about simply walking up to the handsome, circumcised antelope and impaling herself on that throbbing pole, imagining how it would feel to have that rigid flesh, with its bulbous head and immobile skin, sliding with almost no resistance into her. Her surging hormones agreed, and she ached gently with desire. She knew she had to say something to him.

Shakily, Sarah turned off her shower, and padded back into the locker room. The antelope was there, of course - he'd softened, and had a towel around his waist. The Dragonkin retrieved her towel from her locker and draped it around her body, and hesitated. He was staring at her again, but made no attempt to approach. What if he was gay? No, not exclusively at least, he'd gotten hard staring right at her. Finally, Sarah summoned her courage, and walked right up to him with her towel around her waist.

"Nice cock, horns."

Smooth, Sarah.

Vynce's eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed a few times. "I... uh... thanks?"

"I'm Sarah. Don't worry, I'm not gonna eat you. Seen you around here a few times and wanted to finally say hi... uh... to you both..."

Sarah's eye fell downwards, and sure enough, Vynce was hard again, his towel tented outwards towards her. His eyes were on her exposed breasts, and she raised an eyebrow, subtly pushing her chest out.

"Uh - Vynce... I'm Vynce. Sorry, I can't help it, you're...really pretty."

Sarah snorted. "Aw, really? Thanks! Don't worry about it. I take it as a compliment. I'm in the same state, you just can't tell as easily. Hey uh, I haven't seen you around in a few weeks, is that anything to do with... that?"

Vynce hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"I couldn't help but notice that you're circumcised. Kinda... hard... to miss, ya know?" She grinned, only just holding herself back from winking to emphasise her pun.

Vynce paused, perhaps expecting her to be disappointed, his mouth opening and closing a few times. "I... yeah, I just got it done recently, that's why I haven't been here. Takes a while to heal, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know! Don't see many cut guys around here. I really like it."

"You do?"

Sarah nodded, and felt her ears burning. "Yeah, it's... kind of erotic, I suppose. Having your head exposed and all."

Vynce's eyes widened, and his ears flicked forward, then back. "You think so? I mean... I agree, but... most people here wouldn't approve, I guess!"

"Well, it's your choice! And all you need is one person to notice and like it, right?"

Sarah's eyelashes fluttered at him, and Vynce took a deep breath. His eyes wandered down to her breasts again - smooth, furless, perky, one of them pierced... He wondered what they felt like. He wondered what her entire body would feel like, grinding up against his with her legs around his waist. What it would feel like to slide his newly modified cock into her...

"Vynce? Hey, you alright?"

The antelope jumped, wrenching his mind back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm fine! I uh... I've... noticed you around too, I... shit," Vynce stammered.

"Nice to know! We should work out together sometime. Or swim together, whatever you want. I gather you'll be back, right?"

Vynce nodded enthusiastically, and managed a smile. His cock was so hard it ached. "Oh, that would be really nice! I uh... I just hope I can... ya know... control it."

Sarah bit her lip, and made a show of staring at his tented towel. "Swimming, then. You don't need to control it if you're underwater."

Vynce made a tiny, horny sound, and she giggled.

"Hey, I'll see you round alright? Nice to finally meet you properly! Both of you!"

Sarah flashed him a wink and another downward glance, and turned back to her locker to dress, her long tail swaying behind her as if with a mind of its own.

Vynce exhaled, and sat down on the wooden bench between the rows of lockers. Sarah. She fired his blood in a way very few people had ever done, and he knew her only in passing - and from their mutual appreciation. Knowing that she'd taken notice of him and approached him first was a dent to his confidence, but he couldn't bring himself to resent that. Hurriedly, he finished dressing himself, and jogged back home.

*

Sarah was the only thing in his mind that afternoon. As soon as he got home, Vynce stripped out of his sweaty workout clothes. Momentarily he contemplated putting on sweatpants, but it was too hot. On a whim, he stepped into a pair of Lycra compression shorts - pale blue ones - and pulled them up around his hips. He hadn't been completely flaccid ever since encountering the Dragonkin girl in the change rooms at the gym. Even as he adjusted himself into his shorts, he felt blood flowing into his shaft. The pressure and slinky friction of the Lycra against his cock felt nice, and he laid back on his bed, topless, watching himself stiffen behind sky blue spandex.

The fabric conformed to him near-perfectly. He could clearly see the indent below the underside of his glans, where his frenulectomy had left him with smooth skin, and - he'd discovered - exposed nerves. Good nerves. He flexed his cock, making his glans swell, and gripped his balls. He dug the heel of his palm into the underside of his shaft, and rolled his hips upward. An unexpected tingle emanated from his cock, and Vynce groaned happily. Every time he masturbated, he discovered something new, it seemed. It was like adolescence all over again, but without quite so much of the desperation.

He did it again, grinding his palm downward along the underside of his shaft. The Lycra stretched taut against his glans, and the skin of his shaft - already tight - pulled tighter still, stretching newly exposed nerves and causing him to throb.

"Fuck that's... hnnng..." Vynce muttered to himself, lifting his other hand to tweak and play with his nipples, one after the other.

He hadn't been intending to masturbate - not yet, anyway - but the moment caught him. Grinding his palm repeatedly down the underside of his cock, the antelope humped and ground against his compression shorts, precum quickly welling up to darken the slinky fabric around his urethra. The wet spot bloomed quickly, and Vynce alternated between that slow, hard grinding motion, and gripping the Lycra around his penis and moving it rapidly and lightly against the ridge of his glans. Both were incredible sensations he'd never have been able to experience pre-surgery. But it was the grinding, the subtle stretching of nerves and skin, the hard friction of taut Lycra against taut glans, that made him cum.

That, and Sarah.

Her name passed his lips as he came, and his hand gripped his cock, furtively milking out spurt after spurt of cum, which oozed thickly through the strained fabric.

In a moment of post-orgasmic clarity, it occurred to Vynce that masturbating in his clothes was not a bad way to confine his powerful spurts.

The lewder part of his mind suggested that doing it inside Sarah would be an even better way.

*

Vynce was the only thing in Sarah's mind that afternoon, too. The dragoness had intended to return to the pool after her encounter with the antelope, but found herself far too flustered to focus on her workout, and made her way home instead. She'd ridden her bike to the gym for the first time since her surgery, and had intended to focus on weights training after her swim - but now she faced a problem. Riding the short distance from her home to the gym hadn't been too problematic, but now she faced the prospect of the return trip, while so aroused she could feel herself drooling down her thigh.

The ride didn't bring her to orgasm. But it wasn't far off. The vibrations of her bike transmitting through Lycra directly to her exposed, stubbornly erect clitoris had Sarah gasping, and not from the exertion of the ride. Sarah's specific anatomy only exacerbated those feelings; her long, thick tail needed to be held up over the back wheel of her bike, which caused her hips to be angled forward. Her legs were shaking by the time she got home. As she dismounted her bike, a thick web of slickness connected her crotch to the saddle. She may as well have poured her entire water bottle down her shorts, so wet were they. She staggered inside, breathing hard, and went directly to her bedroom.

Her shorts, as soaked as they were, clung to every minuscule detail of her anatomy. So much so that she didn't bother to take them off, and just slid her hand over the outside them instead. That, she discovered, dulled the sensation just enough that she could masturbate fairly vigorously without causing herself any discomfort. Her clit throbbed, poking stiffly up past her swollen outer lips, and she ran her fingers through the sticky mess she'd already made of herself, and then up and around the little peak of her erect clit, circling her glans. Almost as an afterthought, she shakily pulled out her phone, grinding her thighs together while she searched up some visual stimulation.

Sarah was perhaps an unusual girl in the sense that she was intensely visual, more so than any of the girls she knew anyway, and could quite easily find enough inspiration to masturbate from things as crude as dick pics.

If only she could've got one of Vynce.

Almost without realising it, she searched until she found a series of photos of cocks that reminded her of Vynce - drum-tight circumcisions, obvious scars and tender, shiny heads. Was this turning into a fetish?

That thought wandered through Sarah's mind, almost unnoticed, while the dragoness indulged her arousal, bringing herself rapidly to orgasm in her shorts, and then going again. And again. She continued until her clit throbbed numbly, and her shorts were thoroughly ruined. She lost count after the fifth orgasm. It was late evening, the sky outside darkening, and Sarah's stomach and her bladder both protested at having been ignored for so long.

Shakily, Sarah peeled her shorts away from herself, holding her tail and thighs close together to roll them down to the ground. After mopping herself up with them, she left her shorts in the washing hamper, and then waddled hurriedly into her ensuite. Standing over the toilet, Sarah used two fingers to hold herself open. Her soft, puffy lips were still swollen from her extended masturbation session, but even then, with her recent surgery having relieved her of her 'ham slices,' her stream was strong and steady, and she tilted her hips to aim it into the bowl with a smirk at the masculinity of the sound.

A quick shower followed, and then, finally, Sarah emerged from her bedroom, ready to engage with the world again, at least for the moment. She was a little worried by how demanding, how sensitive her body was since her surgery, but was still chalking it up to the barrage of new sensations she was exposed to - figuratively and literally - at every waking moment.

Even as she ate and chatted on the phone with Olivia, though, Vynce was never far from her mind.

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*

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After her time at the gym being cut short the previous day, Sarah was back early the following morning. She never normally would be at the gym on consecutive days, but it had occurred to her earlier that she hadn't organised a set time to meet Vynce there - so until he showed up again, that's where she'd be.

After warming up on a cross-trainer for a short while, Sarah made her way around the gym's main floor, working one muscle group after another, and all the while watching the door for her antelope. She couldn't help the way her body reacted to the vigorous exercise. The caress of Lycra against her bare lips, and exposed clit, set her heart racing. The thought of wearing underwear beneath her workout clothes had crossed her mind, but in her rush to get to the gym that morning, she had promptly forgotten.

Vynce turned up at the gym an hour or so later. Sarah had finished her warmup and first round of weights training, and was on a rowing machine when the antelope entered. Her hair plastered to her forehead and skin glistening with sweat, she grunted with every stroke of the machine, her long tail held up high over its base. Her heart rate spiked when he entered. Vynce was wearing tight, mid-blue Lycra shorts and a loose tank top, and had a backpack slung over one shoulder. Even at first glance, Sarah could see his glans, delicately outlined in the slinky fabric. She missed her stroke, and almost fell off the rowing machine.

Vynce stopped in his tracks, his jaw slack, eyes open wide. Sarah was literally the first thing his eye fell upon when he arrived in the gym, and she was quite a sight. Sweaty and hot, her white Lycra crop top clung to her skin, outlining her erect nipples in a way that was even more erotic than if she'd been naked. The antelope wasn't sure how long he was staring for, but his eyes fell downward unbidden, following a bead of sweat that ran down Sarah's exposed midriff to soak into the waistband of her shorts. Shorts which clung to her with the same faithfulness as her top, perfectly defining every crease, every fold, every wrinkle of her skin, down to her most intimate details. Sweaty she might've been, but there was no denying that the wetness around her crotch went beyond pure exertion. Her pussy was outlined almost beyond perfection, and Vynce could even see the peak of her erect clitoris as she rowed the machine with slow, powerful strokes.

Blood surged into his groin, and it was a few moments before Vynce noticed that Sarah had stopped rowing, and was staring at his groin. He was half erect and growing quickly, and a glance downward confirmed that it was what she was staring at. In a flush of embarrassment, he stammered something that might've been apologetic, and hurried past Sarah into the change rooms at the back of the gym.

That only piqued Sarah's curiosity, and a little frustration. What on earth made Vynce think, after their last interaction, that she didn't want to see him pop a boner over her? Stifling a little growl, she grabbed her towel, and rose smoothly from the rowing machine. Her muscles were pumped and toned from her vigorous workout, and sweat chilled her skin as she walked beneath an aircon duct on her way to the change room.

That only piqued Sarah's curiosity, and a little frustration. What on earth made Vynce think, after their last interaction, that she didn't want to see him pop a boner over her? Stifling a little growl, she grabbed her towel, and rose smoothly from the rowing machine. Her muscles were pumped and toned from her vigorous workout, and sweat chilled her skin as she walked beneath an aircon duct on her way to the change room.

Vynce was nowhere to be seen. But she saw his backpack, and after quickly poking her head into the showers, deduced that the antelope was either in the steam room or the bathroom. The latter made more sense, but the dragoness hovered for a minute outside the former anyway, just to be sure. She growled. The bathrooms were the only gender-segregated part of the whole gym complex. But even then... it was more a guideline than a hard rule, she reasoned, what with gender being a fluid social construct and all.

So, boldly, Sarah marched right into the "mens" bathroom, catching a few hard stares from men who were definitely not Vynce as she did so. The antelope was nowhere to be seen, but one of the cubicles was occupied. Sarah waited until she was alone in the bathroom aside from the occupant of the cubicle, and paused. Suppressing a wave of embarrassment, she tapped lightly on the cubicle door.

"It's occupied, use another one!" came an irritable reply.

It was clearly Vynce.

"Oh good, it's you," Sarah said, with a chuckle. "You ran off on me there, you alright?"

A moment of silence followed, and then a meek confirmation. "Sarah? Yeah, yeah I uh... yeah I'm fine, I'll... I'll be out in a minute, I just..."

_Was he jerking off in the cubicle?? _Sarah's mouth went dry, and her clit throbbed. A flush of arousal tingled through her body, and she took a deep breath. There was still no one in there but the two of them.

"You know... you don't have to run away and hide to uh... if you're doing what I think you're doing. I saw you getting hard when you saw me. That was for me, wasn't it?"

Vynce was silent, but Sarah heard a shaky gasp from inside the cubicle.

"Alright, well, I'll be out in the locker room. Seriously, don't worry about hiding it. I saw it yesterday anyway, remember?"

With that, Sarah turned, and a smirk flashed across her muzzle. Calmly, she stepped up to the urinal, and rolled her damp shorts down to her knees. It took a hot moment to summon the courage, and to relax enough from her heightened state of arousal to get a flow going. With her thighs as far apart as her shorts would allow, and her hips pushed forward, Sarah sent a solid, steady stream outward into one of the porcelain urinals - just as the cubicle door opened and Vynce emerged.

The antelope's eyes almost bugged out of his head, and Sarah turned to grin at him.

"You alright there, horns?" she teased.

"You...what?!" he stammered.

"Oh, yeah. New discovery."

Sarah sighed, and stooped to roll her shorts back up, although she didn't bother to snap shut the pop-stud around her thick tail - she was about to take the shorts off again, anyway. Vynce, for his part, was hard again, and Sarah had the satisfaction of watching the antelope adjust himself uncomfortably. His eyes were fixed on her ass.

Stepping down from the urinal, she turned to the antelope, and raised an eyebrow. "So uh... should I go out first and wait for you, or...?"

"I... sorry, what?"

"To go for a swim? That is kinda what we talked about yesterday, isn't it? Someplace where you don't have to worry about pitching a tent?"

"Oh! Um... Sure, I guess, I'm just..." he motioned helplessly to his persistent erection, making Sarah giggle.

"If I go, will it go down before the gym closes?" she grinned.

"No! I mean... yes, of course, but it might take a while."

Sarah snorted. Her camel-toe was only marginally less revealing than nudity. "Alright. Just flaunt it, maybe? You didn't have any issue with that yesterday! Or were you actually planning on finishing yourself off in here?"

Vynce's ears flattened to his skull in embarrassment, and he struggled with his shorts for a moment. "No, of course not, I just uh... thought it might calm down."

Sarah rolled her eyes, and grabbed his elbow to drag him out of the bathroom. A quick glance left and right to ensure the coast was clear, and she darted back across to where the antelope's backpack still sat, thrown haphazardly onto a bench in his rush through the locker room. She retrieved her own, and rummaged through it, producing a burgundy two-piece swimsuit.

Vynce seemed to have regained a little of his composure by the time he joined Sarah, although he was still painfully, and obviously, erect in his bike shorts. Sarah eyed up the firm ridge in the blue Lycra, and smirked.

"Fuck, people are staring," he groaned.

"Are they? Good! So am I. You're definitely worth staring at, Vynce..." she nodded downward.

Without a second thought, she pulled off her sweaty crop top, peeled her shorts down to mid-thigh again, sat down to pull them off of her legs and tail, and stood up again to stretch her back, naked.

"I'm not sure it's me they're staring at, Sarah..." Vynce chuckled, his eye wandering over the taut, sinuous curves of her slender body. He took some cues from her confidence, at least, and stripped naked beside her.

God, he had such a nice cock. It glistened in the harsh fluoro lights of the locker room. She turned to face him, and could almost feel the intensity of his stare, focused between her toned thighs. She made absolutely no attempt to preserve any of her modesty, or disguise her own stare.

"Mm, nice. It's even better up close. How long ago did you say you got it done?" she asked, her voice a little husky.

"Got what done?"

"When you got circumcised, silly!"

"Oh! Just about four weeks ago, give or take a day. It's still pretty sensitive. I swear I never usually get this many erections!"

"Wow, really? Can't say I'm complaining about that..." Sarah smirked. "Guess that's why it's so pink, huh? I just got a bit of work done too, about four weeks ago! You didn't see Willeon Byrne, did you?"

"No way. You... what did you get done? If you don't mind me asking..."

Sarah cackled. "Not at all. That's crazy. Byrne did us both. I got what he called a 'radical' clitoroplasty, and a labiaplasty. Far as I know, he did to my clit exactly what he did to your cock, and took out my inner lips too. Here, look..."

Eagerly, Sarah lifted one foot up onto the wooden bench beside them and pushed out her hips. Her outer lips remained soft, puffy and substantial even with her legs parted to such a degree, and Sarah had the satisfaction of hearing Vynce's breath catch in his throat, and seeing his cock flex and bounce rigidly as the firm, slightly dried out glans of her clitoris and the neat, tidy tautness of her inner flesh became that much more visible to him. Her bare clitoris and lack of inner lips was something Vynce had never seen before, and it aroused him intensely. It gave Sarah quite a thrill too, to exhibit herself so openly and so closely to Vynce, and so deliberately.

"See? Hah, you're the first person I've actually shown it to in-person. Uh... you alright?"

Vynce was breathing rapidly, and a hand had absently dropped to his cock, slowly twisting and tugging on the taut, shiny skin, bumping his fist up against the ridge of his glans. "Y-yes, fuck yes, I... I'm good... you... that's just insanely hot. You're so hot."

"Heh, I'm glad you both approve," Sarah chuckled, dropping her foot back to the ground. Her lips closed together somewhat, but the gap between them was still enough for her inner flesh to remain visible to Vynce - and her clit protruded past them, her glans fully visible like a much smaller version of the antelope's circumcised cock. She idly tickled it with a fingertip, and bit her lip. "But ahh... people are starting to notice us. You better put that gorgeous dick away before I jump you. Let's go for that swim."

Vynce nodded dumbly, and shook his head to clear his focus. His erection was absolutely not going down now, not a chance. Nor was Sarah's. That feature of Sarah - the size of her clitoris and its apparent ability to become visibly enlarged and erect - stuck in Vynce's mind as being something he wanted to know more about. A lot more.

"Oh hey, how long did yours take to heal?" she asked, abruptly.

"Couple weeks," Vynce shrugged. "It's still not quite there, I have to be gentle with it still. What about yours?"

"Doc said I should wait two weeks before I tried anything. I lasted five days and regretted it a little. But after about ten days it was fine!"

Sarah pulled on her burgundy two-piece while she spoke, and teasingly backed up to Vynce while the antelope struggled to stuff his cock into his mid-blue trunk-cut speedo. "Hey Vynce? Would you mind tying me up?"

Vynce choked, coughed violently a couple of times, and then nodded, eyes streaming. Awkwardly, he pulled the strings of her bikini bottom tight, and tied a simple knot above the base of her tail. His fingers brushed her bare, velvety skin, and a slight shiver ran up Sarah's spine. Her tail, unbeknownst to poor Vynce, was one of the dragoness' most erogenous body parts, and the simple closeness of his fingers to it made her throb and leak into her bikini bottom, especially when he pulled the strings tight, tugging the fabric tight over the little protruding peak of her clitoris. She clenched, causing her stiff clitoris to flex and slide along the inside of her bikini. Her toes curled against the tiled floor. The temptation to press backward was intense, knowing that his cock was barely inches behind her. She wanted nothing more than to feel its heat on her skin, the supple, slinky friction of lycra on lycra, to feel that bare glans prodding up beneath her tail with only two thin layers of fabric separating them, pushing her bikini up between her buttocks, pulling it taut...

"Sarah? Are you alright?"

It was Vynce's turn to grin knowingly at her then. She snapped out of her momentary reverie with a sharp nod, and a heavy swallow. "Yup, yes, I'm... come on, let's get into that pool, otherwise I'm gonna have to touch that thing."

*

Vynce walked right behind Sarah from the lockers to the pool, partly from embarrassment, and partly to be as close to her as possible. The way her tail moved, her hips swayed, the quiet, feminine confidence of her posture was intoxicating to the antelope. It was fairly clear that they weren't going to be doing much in terms of actually working out today. It suddenly hit Vynce that this was like an incredibly awkward, incredibly horny first date. He wondered if Sarah felt the same.

Once they made it into the pool, Vynce knew, the persistence of their shared arousal wouldn't matter as much. The rippling water hid almost everything and covered all manner of indiscretions. Sarah dived in gracefully and came up a few yards out with her auburn hair plastered back over her skull, revealing that she had horns of her own, far smaller and more subtle than Vynce's.

His entry to the water was... less graceful. Her sudden dive caught him off-guard, and he was so fixated on her ass that he lost his balance, his hooves scrabbling on the slippery tiles, until with a panicked bleat he fell into the pool with an almighty splash.

"Real smooth, horns!" Sarah grinned, floating peacefully on her back over towards him.

"Hah! Hey, you got em too!" He said, reaching up to tap at the three-inch, backswept nubs protruding from Sarah's forehead.

"Well of course, didn't you know that?"

"No!"

"Hardly blame you, you've barely looked at my face all this time," she smirked.

Vynce flattened his ears backward apologetically, and dipped lower in the water. "I... didn't mean to come across like that..."

"Oh no, don't worry. As you just pointed out, I'm almost as... horny... as you are!" She winked exaggeratedly, and elbowed him in the ribs, before diving away from him to swim a few languid laps of the pool. Her tail was like a powerful rudder, swishing through the water such that she barely used her legs.

Vynce, by contrast, with his cloven hooves, was clumsy and slow in the water. His stubbornly hard cock stuck out below him like some kind of keel as he swam behind Sarah all the way to the shallowest part of the pool.

Sarah paused, and abruptly dunked her head under the water for a moment. "Just as I thought. Still hard! Does that thing ever go down?"

The antelope huffed and blustered for a moment, and meekly nodded. "I mean... it's still... new, ya know? Sensitive. Everything feels intense. And I'm not used to someone as hot as you being as interested as you are."

"Is it very different to how it was before you got circumcised?" Sarah asked, carefully ignoring his compliment.

"Oh yeah, you've no idea."

"Oh, I probably do! Tell me. I'm interested to compare notes."

She was leaning against the edge of the pool by then, both of them in a squat at the shallow end, just bobbing in the warm water. She was close enough that Vynce could feel her arm brush his every so often. And her thigh. Her smooth, warm, toned thigh. His cock pulsed heavily, and he felt precum spill into the water. He was so intensely aroused by her. His mind flicked back to the way she had backed up to him in the locker room to prompt him to tie her strings. Her butt had been inches from his straining cock. He wished he'd had the courage to press forward, if only briefly, to feel the toned warmth of her buttocks around him...

"Well... it's... it's tight," he said, swallowing heavily. "Just getting hard feels really, really good, when the skin stretches. And the head is like, really sensitive. It occurred to me last week that until I got cut, I'd never actually *seen* it before. My foreskin was stupidly tight. It's not as sensitive now as when it first happened, but still... just wearing a speedo usually makes me hard. Any kind of friction. I never used to get hard so easily, it's kinda embarrassing sometimes."

"Oh. Is that why you were going to jerk off the bathroom? Just wanted it to go down and not embarrass you in front of me?"

"I was not!"

"Sure you weren't."

"Alright, I was going to. So uh. Kinda...yes..."

Sarah chuckled, a soft, throaty sound that was subtly different to her usual laugh. It made Vynce pay attention. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, and her breathing was noticeably quickened.

"I do know the feeling, Vynce. My clit is always exposed now, and it just... yeah, any kind of friction just drives me wild. The doc said my clit's one of the bigger ones he's seen, in our follow up appointment he suggested I try numbing cream on it if it really bothers me. Not to boast, or anything. Imagine if girls got as worked up about clit size as boys do about dick size."

"Wow. And... have you? Tried the numbing cream, I mean."

"No, of course not. I love every moment of it, just quietly."

Sarah squirmed against Vynce's side, and the antelope flexed his cock, subtly rolling his hips under the water to push his glans along the inside of his speedo.

"Oh yeah... I couldn't help but notice that your clit is um... it pokes out, is that... does it do that all the time or only when you're turned on?"

Sarah giggled. "Curious boy, aren't you?"

"Sorry..."

"That wasn't a complaint. On the one hand, no, it doesn't poke out all the time. It gets bigger and harder when I'm aroused, like an erection. Well... it _is _an erection. On the other hand... I'm just... so ridiculously horny, all the time. So I'm almost always... hard."

Vynce, who'd been idly squeezing and pushing his speedo-clad cock into his hand under the water, caught his breath. Hearing her speak so plainly about her new situation, comparing it to his own, hit a lot of buttons for the antelope. And the fact that she was obviously intensely aroused, her voice husky and her breathing shallow and quick... it crept up on poor Vynce like an owl creeps up on a fieldmouse. The way she enunciated 'horny,' and then 'hard' tipped him over an edge he hadn't realised he'd been teetering on.

He grunted, gritted his teeth and hunched forward, tearing his eyes away from Sarah. He grabbed himself, forcing the rigid tent down between his thighs painfully to stem the flow, but it was too late, the fuse was lit. Sarah's eyes widened, and almost automatically she found herself with her right hand between her thighs, tickling her erect clit glans through the thin Lycra of her bikini bottom. Vynce shuddered, a few little convulsive bucks resulting in a very sheepish, self conscious antelope.

"Oh my gosh, did you just cum?" Sarah whispered, harshly.

Vynce nodded meekly. Sarah's clit throbbed, and she pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh fuck.... fuck me, that's hot..."

"It is?!"

"Uh huh! G-gimme a minute..."

Sarah leaned against Vynce in the water, and he automatically slid an arm around her slender body, feeling her arm shaking against him and her body writhing. Sarah was helpless to contain the surge of arousal that overtook her. She'd been dripping wet since before Vynce had arrived, and this was as much as she could handle. He'd literally just cum in his speedo right beside her, almost hands-free while she'd been talking about her modified anatomy. That was more than she could ignore.

Her hips ground into her hand, and Sarah easily worked herself into a frenzy with one fingertip, just barely brushing the underside of her clit glans through the slinky fabric of her bikini, her thighs parted, one pressed tightly against Vynce. She came in well under a minute, collapsing heavily against him and biting down hard on her other hand to contain her moan of pleasure.

"Haah...ooh... That's better. Sorry, I just really needed to do that," she giggled, pulling away from him a little and meeting his open-mouthed stare with a demure flutter of her eyelashes.

"Did you just..."

"Yes, I did. I can't believe that just happened, though, oh wow, I barely know you..."

"You know me well enough to have told me in detail about your clit, though. I mean in my case it's... fairly obvious I've had work done, right?" Vynce observed, with a chuckle.

"That is... very true. Ugh, I can't believe that just fucking happened, and neither of us is freaking out. Like 'oh hey, what did you do at the gym today?' 'Oh nothing mom, I just jacked off with a near-total stranger in the pool, after showing off my junk to him in the locker room.' That would be one hell of a conversation."

Once Vynce stopped laughing, he turned to face Sarah, and reached up to delicately brush a tendril of wet hair back from her face. She was impossibly pretty, he found himself thinking. "Hey, I mean technically, the near-total stranger spontaneously ejaculated beside you in the water, and that turned you on enough to... ahem, anyway. Should we uh... vacate the pool maybe? I think there's a group about to jump in..."

"Oh shit. Yes. How long have we been here for?"

"I don't even know."

"Are you soft, at least?"

"Amazingly, yes, although not if you look at it or mention it or even fucking think about it!" Vynce chuckled.

"Oh you poor, horny beast. Maybe we'll have to..."

"Sarah, no!"

"Alright, come on then!"

Sarah put her hands up on the edge of the pool, and hoisted herself smoothly up and out. Vynce followed, and after they'd both tweaked their swimsuits, it was only a short walk back to the locker rooms. Sarah and Vynce showered, and for the first time it was a relaxed, casual affair, and the two of them chatted throughout. Being casually naked together was appealing in a whole new way with the immediacy and intensity of arousal out of the way, and Sarah found herself warming up to Vynce's personality, as well as his body. Vynce, meanwhile, was utterly hooked on Sarah. He'd have done almost anything to spend more time with her. She was bright, bubbly, talkative, funny, confident, and fiercely intelligent.

Once they'd finished showering, and were towelling off back at their lockers, Vynce found himself with a pertinent question to ask. All he needed was the courage.

'Come on Vynce, she approached you first, grow some balls...' he said to himself, turning to watch Sarah comb out the worst of the tangles from her nest of damp curls, while she chatted about her college courses.

"...posted his nudes to me instead of Olivia, cos he thought she was the only dragon on the whole campus and just asked people for 'that dragon chick's phone number' like a complete dumbass! So that's how I met my best friend, and how I saw her boyfriend's giant fucking meat hammer before I even knew his name! So trust me, horns, seein' cocks isn't something that's ever bothered me. Uh... You alright?"

Vynce had stood up, and was obviously grappling with something - and for once it wasn't an erection.

"Vynce?"

"I..."

"What's the matter?" Sarah looked concerned. Had she fucked up? Said too much? Scared him off?

"Sarah... would you like to... uh..."

Her ears perked forward, although she suppressed her excitement behind a mask of carefully curated nonchalance. Raising an eyebrow, she lifted one foot onto the locker bench, leaning forward with an elbow on it.

"I really, really like you, and..."

"I like you too, Vynce! Are you going to ask what I think you're going to ask?"

What if he screwed it up? What if she said no? Had he misread this entire conversation? Her entire demeanour? He felt his heart rate spiking, and his palms sweating.

A deep breath, and Vynce finally said it. "Would you go out with me? On a proper date?"

Sarah squealed in excitement, and launched herself at him, hugging him around his neck tightly. Her towel dropped to the floor, and he staggered backward a couple steps, before enveloping her naked body in his arms, and letting out a nervous chuckle of relief.

"Is that a yes?" He murmured.

"Of course it is!"

***